He did worship peace; all the more because he was growing old and enjoyed his glass of wine, his atmosphere satured with mild music and perfume, his afternoon nap, and his quiet wait for death. It was how he imagined all men must feel; yet all men suffered war and destruction. They died frozen in the vacuum of space, vaporized in the blast of exploding atoms, farmished on a besieged and bombarded planet.
How then to enforce peace? Not by reason, certainly, nor by education. If a man could not look at the fact of peace and the fact of war and choose the former in preference to the latter, what additional argument could persuade him? What could be more eloquent as a condemnation of war than war itself? So then, to end the misuse of force, only one solution was left, force itself.
